The road into the red

Spirit moves me to the dance
I grab a shirt of my husband
and the flag from my truck
need drum pipe and tobacco
music drives me to the dance
I arrive with the dawn light
my sisters and brothers are
all neatly gathered a sight
for sore eyes as smoke rises
and the buffalo drum begins
We are twenty two sundancers
entering the arbor to pray
for everything good to come
rainbow joins us as she bends
low across the arbor the tree
of life is looking mighty thin
Oh ya ta wama yanka po chanupa
we greet the grandfather rising
we dance awake the holy sacred
and dance the sun across the sky
sacred earth sacred sky we are
your children dancing for balance